Poetry Blog by poemagraphic
Always complaining I have no money
Is not in the slightest a little bit funny
Spending sixty quid a month on a cup of coffee
Aroma wafting up my nose that’s a little bit toffee
A snob you say!
That’s a little bit strong for a flat white guy
I say, It is up to me exactly just what I buy
Bloody scroungers, freezing outside the door
With me sat in...
Thursday 17th January 2019 9:46 pm
One for the ladies... You can grab it if you 'Like'
To Vawtar Thank you so much for reciting this.
Out of his reach
When we first met, it was like ‘Fifty shades of grey’
Those sweet nothings you whispered, I would swoon as you say
When sex was like a marathon, lasting all-night
In so many positions, me holding you tight
Brazilian, vagazzled, gone was the that...
Saturday 12th January 2019 12:34 am
Finding new complexity in hand writing dexterity
Searching for lost artistry in the guise of poetry.
At times the images so surreal, in my mind a cotton reel
Unravels till a tangled thread weaves a web around my bed
Then ‘Itsy Bitsy’ comes to call. Arachnophobia cause me to fall
Awaking with a nasty bump, in my throat a ticking lump.
As I yawn, a black...
Friday 4th January 2019 11:49 am